Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Yaz,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Fear,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.